Virtue is its own reward, but the reward for jackassery is usually sex.
And by this I don't mean, "Nice guys finish last." The people who say nice guys finish last usually mean, "Nondescript, unassertive ciphers finish last." Which is true, I guess.
Virtue isn't an attractive quality. It isn't an unattractive quality, either. But that's where most people seem to get confused. I often hear women tell male friends that there are lots of women who like good guys. They themselves have other qualities they're interested in, of course, but they'll swear up and down that there is a mystical land of women where helping old ladies across the street somehow turns girls into panting dogs in heat.
Virtue is its own reward. It won't get you women, jobs or cars.
I was thinking about this because a friend of mine is currently sleeping with a guy she doesn't like at all. As in, she sleeps with him and then calls me to complain that he's a cock. I have no problem with casual sex, but repeatedly sleeping with someone you think is an asshole didn't make sense to me.
But you know what? The guy is a 25-year-old stockbroker with the body of a Greek god. By all accounts, that's all he has going for him, but he's basically devoted his life to being a chick magnet. He knows what he wants, and he's gone for it.
It's like your grampa always said: with a little hard work, anything is possible.
And by this I don't mean, "Nice guys finish last." The people who say nice guys finish last usually mean, "Nondescript, unassertive ciphers finish last." Which is true, I guess.
Virtue isn't an attractive quality. It isn't an unattractive quality, either. But that's where most people seem to get confused. I often hear women tell male friends that there are lots of women who like good guys. They themselves have other qualities they're interested in, of course, but they'll swear up and down that there is a mystical land of women where helping old ladies across the street somehow turns girls into panting dogs in heat.
Virtue is its own reward. It won't get you women, jobs or cars.
I was thinking about this because a friend of mine is currently sleeping with a guy she doesn't like at all. As in, she sleeps with him and then calls me to complain that he's a cock. I have no problem with casual sex, but repeatedly sleeping with someone you think is an asshole didn't make sense to me.
But you know what? The guy is a 25-year-old stockbroker with the body of a Greek god. By all accounts, that's all he has going for him, but he's basically devoted his life to being a chick magnet. He knows what he wants, and he's gone for it.
It's like your grampa always said: with a little hard work, anything is possible.
Thanx boy!
Cherry xoxoxox